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MadMadamMalfoy · 06-06-2021, 03:08 PM

So that was a no to anyone joining him, then? Heath nodded in reply, watching Quinn as he went. Then he saw Lisa waving at him, and her question made him smile. “It might be,” he said with a knowing wink. That was all the hint she was getting! She’d have to wait and see like everyone else. He saw Claudine’s mouthed greeting to him but hadn’t enough time to reply to it before things got underway. He was glad to see her approaching him and even more so for the kiss and the words of encouragement. “Thanks!” he said, beaming as he watched her go. “You too!”

He sat quietly as the performances started, paying respectful attention to each one. Gracelyn and Lisa did great! Kinsay’s nerves early on reminded Heath a lot of himself in his earliest auditions, so he made sure to applaud louder for her. Wow, he didn’t know Fiona could act! Kale Trent’s performance left him unsure whether to be intrigued or unnerved. How was he going to hold his own to that, let alone top it? The scene he’d chosen was bound to seem boring by comparison! He was so nervous that he just sort of tuned out everything that happened after Kale… until a voice calling his name jerked him out of his thoughts.

Heath approached the stage with the same seriousness and professionalism as he did any other audition. “Hello, my name is Heathcliff Jones,” he said, giving Headmaster Trent a respectful nod of acknowledgement, “and this is a scene from Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker, adapted into a Shakespearean-style monologue.” He stood still, taking a moment to draw on his own emotions and life experiences to bring his character to life. When he looked up, he was no longer Heath.

He was Ben Solo… broken and battered but very much alive, ready for another round of battle against Palpatine. Clutching at his side, he took a few limping steps toward center stage. Determined fire burned in his eyes as he began his monologue, “Once fallen, broken, yea - but not yet dead. I grope and fumble, finding purchase on the rock, that I may to the scene once more…” He leaned on the curtain, as if for support. His eyes darted from one end of the stage to the other, searching for an imaginary Palpatine, and a confused expression appeared on his face. “Although I sense my enemy is gone.”

He staggered farther across the stage, stopping abruptly about halfway as he imagined a fallen Rey lying at his feet. With a sound somewhere between a gasp and a sob, he sank to his knees. Raw shock and anguish were written all over his face, and actual tears fell from his eyes. “So soon turned ally, Rey, and too soon g-gone -” His voice broke, and he paused to regain composure. “Why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe that unsubstantial death is amorous, and that the lean abhorred monster keeps thee here in the dark to be his paramour? For fear of that, I still will stay with thee; and never form this place of dim night depart again. Here…” He looked around defeatedly, continuing in a tired voice. “Here will I remain with worms that are thy chambermaids. O, here will I set up my everlasting rest, and shake the yoke of inauspisious stars from this world-wearied flesh.”

He cradled the imaginary Rey in his arms, looking on with sad, longing eyes. “Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your first and last embrace of her!” His grief-stricken expression changed, gradually becoming pensive. He took a deep, calming breath. “Still now thy thoughts, Ben - join her in the Force.” Remorse and resolve crept onto his face and into his voice as he continued, “Whatever life I have within me yet, thus proffer I to her that she may live, and in full recompense for who I’ve been, and what I’ve done, and wherefore I did so.” His hand hovered over the imaginary Rey’s abdomen, and a smile gradually spread across his face. He reached up, as if to touch the imaginary Rey’s face, but his hand faltered, falling limply at his side as he collapsed to the stage floor. He lay motionless, his eyes staring blankly, a smile frozen on his face. And… end scene!

A few moments later, Heath got back to his feet and, still slightly in character, gave the Solo shrug in lieu of a traditional bow before exiting the stage.

OOC: I couldn’t find a PDF or book preview to screenshot & link, but Heath’s monologue comes from this book.

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MadMadamMalfoy Mackled Malaclaw Join Date: Feb 2016 Location: Hazbin Hotel Posts: 11,149 Hogwarts RPG Name: Sydney M. L. Masters Slytherin Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Maddox B. Buchanan Gryffindor Seventh Year	Just Heath this time since this got so long! xD Rhibear ~ Madam Solo ~ ❄ Showtunes > Everything ❄ ~ Accio Jedi ~ Gryffinclaw ~ Just a doll So that was a no to anyone joining him, then? Heath nodded in reply, watching Quinn as he went. Then he saw Lisa waving at him, and her question made him smile. “It might be,” he said with a knowing wink. That was all the hint she was getting! She’d have to wait and see like everyone else. He saw Claudine’s mouthed greeting to him but hadn’t enough time to reply to it before things got underway. He was glad to see her approaching him and even more so for the kiss and the words of encouragement. “Thanks!” he said, beaming as he watched her go. “You too!” He sat quietly as the performances started, paying respectful attention to each one. Gracelyn and Lisa did great! Kinsay’s nerves early on reminded Heath a lot of himself in his earliest auditions, so he made sure to applaud louder for her. Wow, he didn’t know Fiona could act! Kale Trent’s performance left him unsure whether to be intrigued or unnerved. How was he going to hold his own to that, let alone top it? The scene he’d chosen was bound to seem boring by comparison! He was so nervous that he just sort of tuned out everything that happened after Kale… until a voice calling his name jerked him out of his thoughts. Heath approached the stage with the same seriousness and professionalism as he did any other audition. “Hello, my name is Heathcliff Jones,” he said, giving Headmaster Trent a respectful nod of acknowledgement, *“and this is a scene from Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker, adapted into a Shakespearean-style monologue.”* He stood still, taking a moment to draw on his own emotions and life experiences to bring his character to life. When he looked up, he was no longer Heath. He was Ben Solo… broken and battered but very much alive, ready for another round of battle against Palpatine. Clutching at his side, he took a few limping steps toward center stage. Determined fire burned in his eyes as he began his monologue, “Once fallen, broken, yea - but not yet dead. I grope and fumble, finding purchase on the rock, that I may to the scene once more…” He leaned on the curtain, as if for support. His eyes darted from one end of the stage to the other, searching for an imaginary Palpatine, and a confused expression appeared on his face. “Although I sense my enemy is gone.” He staggered farther across the stage, stopping abruptly about halfway as he imagined a fallen Rey lying at his feet. With a sound somewhere between a gasp and a sob, he sank to his knees. Raw shock and anguish were written all over his face, and actual tears fell from his eyes. “So soon turned ally, Rey, and too soon g-gone -” His voice broke, and he paused to regain composure. “Why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe that unsubstantial death is amorous, and that the lean abhorred monster keeps thee here in the dark to be his paramour? For fear of that, I still will stay with thee; and never form this place of dim night depart again. Here…” He looked around defeatedly, continuing in a tired voice. “Here will I remain with worms that are thy chambermaids. O, here will I set up my everlasting rest, and shake the yoke of inauspisious stars from this world-wearied flesh.” He cradled the imaginary Rey in his arms, looking on with sad, longing eyes. “Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your first and last embrace of her!” His grief-stricken expression changed, gradually becoming pensive. He took a deep, calming breath. “Still now thy thoughts, Ben - join her in the Force.” Remorse and resolve crept onto his face and into his voice as he continued, “Whatever life I have within me yet, thus proffer I to her that she may live, and in full recompense for who I’ve been, and what I’ve done, and wherefore I did so.” His hand hovered over the imaginary Rey’s abdomen, and a smile gradually spread across his face. He reached up, as if to touch the imaginary Rey’s face, but his hand faltered, falling limply at his side as he collapsed to the stage floor. He lay motionless, his eyes staring blankly, a smile frozen on his face. And… end scene! A few moments later, Heath got back to his feet and, still slightly in character, gave the Solo shrug in lieu of a traditional bow before exiting the stage. OOC: I couldn’t find a PDF or book preview to screenshot & link, but Heath’s monologue comes from this book. __________________ Old voices I had thought long since dead whisper of another life I might have led If I could take that second chance, If I could make my life anew, If only dreams came true...